It's Shen Xingyun's scent, a very unique light masculine fragrance, mysterious, elegant, full of temptation and elusive, just like him.
The sobs were choked in his throat due to shock. Ye Feizhou opened his eyes suddenly and found that Shen Xingyun was kneeling on the ground, holding himself tightly in his arms as he sat dejectedly at the root of the wall. Two solid and warm arms seemed to Can resist all negative energy in this world.
"I'm sorry," Shen Xingyun murmured as he cleaned up the egg drops stubbornly hanging on Ye Feizhou's hair, "I'm sorry, baby, I'm always late."
It doesn't make sense.
This alley was obviously very remote, and since he was running around, there was no reason that Shen Xingyun could find him.
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